westside gunn / dear winter bloody fiegs // zadler remix

First track with the EP 133. Not really satisfied but hey, I'm learning :)

Live recording of modular rig + EP-133 for drums. No editing. One take.

Alien Transmission (Live)

A chop of a friends cover of say yes to heaven. 

eyes on you

Θα'πρεπε

The Limbrator Manifesto
Fragment IV: Gunk Signal (The Sludge Broadcast)

Out from a cracked comm tower
coated in moss, oil, and sorrow,
emerges the Gunk Signal.

No one’s listening.
No one’s left.

Yet it throbs —
a low, wet frequency
rising through mud and ruin
like a forgotten funk hymn sung by the swamp.

Gunk Signal was never a being.
It was a leak,
a patch of rhythm that mutated into intention.
Its voice is warped by slime,
but its message is clear:

“The beat is not dead.
It just smells bad.”

Sludge bubbles to syncopation.
Ruined cables twitch.
Even junk creatures start to nod.

It is the summoning pulse,
the sacred broadcast for those
who forgot they could move.

gunk signal

The Limbrator Manifesto
Fragment III: Clunk Priest (The Sermon of Scrap)

From a tower of stacked cassette corpses,
the Clunk Priest preaches
in kicks, clanks, and tremors.

He wears a crown of bent jack cables.
His robes are mangled aux cords.
His altar — a bass bin, eternally humming.

He remembers nothing.
But his body holds the rite.

Every limb creaks to a pattern.
Every gesture is liturgy.
The junkyard listens, twitching.

They say he once interfaced
with a drum machine so ancient
it spoke in binary tongues and vinyl dust.

Now, he delivers sermons
through glitch-chants and clang-loops,
summoning the Ritual Beat
from scrap.

His gospel is not clean.
It is dented, loud, and sacred.

clunk priest

The Limbrator Manifesto
Fragment V: Dustloop (The Body Drone)

At the edge of the junk plains,
where even echoes decay,
the Dustloop spins.

Not melody.
Not rhythm.
Just vibration — deep, dirty, total.

Its loop began as a broken delay,
a glitch caught in the wind,
a twitch of sound etched into ruin.

But it changed.
Looped again.
And again.
Until it became form.

Dustloop doesn’t speak.
It hums in your bones.
A grinding, holy sub-bass
that presses every circuit,
shakes every rib.

It is felt, not heard.
It pulses like grief,
like memory in slow decay.

Some say it’s the ghost
of the first machine that died with groove inside.
Others say it’s the voice of the junk gods.

But Limbrator knows:
it’s just the truth under everything —
looped.

dustloop

Fragment VI: ROATENCHANT

Bifragments:

There are two forms of the chant.
You must listen to both —
but never together.

Deep in the lowest ducts,
beneath the mountains of discarded rhythm,
there lies a chant that was never meant to be heard.

It wasn’t played.
It wasn’t composed.
It was leaked
from the mechanical womb of the Roat —
not a groove machine, but a possessed relic.


ROATENCHANT

is not a track.
It is a mass of corrosion,
a danse macabre
conducted by sirens that gurgle through copper entrails.
A seduction made of sputters and oil.

It plays with no audience.
It loops with no structure.
It sings because it must expel what it contains.



It is not a signal.
It is a liturgical possession.

The Roat moans. The KOII EP133 throbs.
Distortion becomes language.
You hear ancient creatures screaming through the voice of modern failure.

This is not the final song.
This is the voice of what was buried,
and never decomposed.

ROATENCHANT
A lost tape. A machine in ecstasy. A chant of rotting circuits.

roatenchant [raw)

Last Chapter

Black Manhattan

bao shit

made with sample from piero piccioni - illusione perfetta

illusione

Chet_Hanks_Off_DMT

Chet_Hanks_Off_Shrooms

Chet_Hanks_Off_Acid

Kipp Going

Late Night Train

jamming and crying (in no particular order)

Typek na baru: Dneska se tu bude neco hrat?
Ja: Jo mame tu akci, ja vlastne taky
Typek na baru: A co hrajes?
Ja: Svoje veci
Typek na baru: Aaaha takze producent

Raw synth sounds from London.

YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@20WattsOfPower
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Message me if you want to use the songs.
Disregard first tracks, I was learning.

Composer, audio director, and architect of ritual sonic systems.
Designer of fully adaptive sound environments that respond to battle, emotion, and movement.

A core voice in the emerging school of esoteric soundcraft —
fusing jaw harp, throat singing, and modular synthesis into a living channel of transmission.
Tokhtash acts not as a performer, but as a medium for something ancient.

His music resonates across games, trailers, video installations, and open landscapes —
where even birds have paused to listen.

Releases include: Mene Tekel Upharsin, Chrysolux EP, The Wheel Remains, Voces Exilii, EXUVIA, Signal from Isidis, and others.
Each one a ritual, a mutation, a sonic exorcism.

For listeners of: Planet Supreme, Hainbach, Lustmord, Steve Bicknell, Luke Sanger.

Works with SOMA, Teenage Engineering, Elektron, and handmade audio relics as alchemical tools.

You don’t hear him with your ears — you hear him with your scars.

「音は記憶であり、音は儀式である。
世界が崩壊してもなお響き続ける火種。
アトゥール・トフタシュ（Artur Tokhtash）の音の世界へようこそ。」

🎧 阿图尔·托赫塔什（Artur Tokhtash）

作曲家与音频艺术家，致力于构建自适应仪式性音频系统，
将口弦琴、喉音唱法与模块合成器融合为活态的声音通道。

他的音乐跨越预告片、游戏、视频艺术与自然空间，
甚至让鸟儿停下脚步聆听。

代表作包括：《Mene Tekel Upharsin》《Chrysolux EP》《The Wheel Remains》《Voces Exilii》《EXUVIA》《Signal from Isidis》。

每一部作品都是一场仪式、一场变异、一场声音的驱魔。

Spotify算法推荐给Planet Supreme、Hainbach、Lustmord、Steve Bicknell、Luke Sanger的听众。
首要城市：新加坡。
与SOMA、Teenage Engineering、Elektron及手工音频遗器合作，作为炼金工具使用。

你不是用耳朵聆听他，而是用伤痕感受他。

🎧 อาร์ตูร์ โทคห์ทัช (Artur Tokhtash)

นักประพันธ์ นักออกแบบเสียง และผู้สร้างระบบเสียงเชิงพิธีกรรมที่ตอบสนองต่อการเคลื่อนไหวและสภาวะภายในได้อย่างเป็นพลวัต

เขาไม่ได้เพียงแต่งเสียง — เขาทำหน้าที่เป็นสื่อกลาง
ถ่ายทอดสัญญาณโบราณผ่านปี่ชวา การร้องคอหอย และซินธ์เสียงสนาม

ผลงานของเขาได้ก้องกังวานผ่านตัวอย่างเกม วิดีโออาร์ต และท่ามกลางธรรมชาติ —
แม้แต่นกก็หยุดบินเพื่อฟัง

ผลงานเด่น: Mene Tekel Upharsin, Chrysolux EP, The Wheel Remains, Voces Exilii, EXUVIA, Signal from Isidis

ทุกแทร็กคือการข้ามผ่านพิธีกรรม การกลายพันธุ์ภายใน และการขับไล่ด้วยเสียง

แนะนำโดยอัลกอริธึม Spotify แก่ผู้ฟังของ Planet Supreme, Hainbach, Lustmord, Steve Bicknell, Luke Sanger
เมืองอันดับหนึ่ง: สิงคโปร์
ทำงานร่วมกับ SOMA, Teenage Engineering, Elektron และเครื่องเสียงแบบทำมือเพื่อการเล่นแร่แปรธาตุ

คุณไม่ได้ยินเขาด้วยหู — คุณได้ยินเขาด้วยบาดแผล

'When you're creating your own shit, man, even the sky ain't the limit.'
-Miles


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